[Introduction] Good Friday Spell
He came without warning of his own, and yet some dwellers in the Mansion might have detected some odd phenomena that sunlit morning: Some might sense the fluttering of the wings of a dove, others might have seen a flash in the clear spring sky that might have been lightning, but heard no thunder. Some might have seen the image of a chalice borne by the hands of angels descending through an opening in the heavens before it vanished.
He toiled along the track, his armor and the Spear which he bears strapped to his back suddenly weighing on him; he allows himself to pause on the shore of a lake, gazing across the water. On the far shore, he spies a man in white walking along the water's edge, clad in white and carrying himself as if he were injured. Could this be the Fisher King? Has he returned to Montsalvat so soon in his wanderings? But he senses an air about the stranger that puts him in mind of Klingsor, the sorceror and his grip on the haft of the Spear grows more protective. The stranger moves off, clearly not seeing him; Parsifal continues up the path that skirts the lake.
In the near distance, he spies what at first he takes for a castle. He wonders for a moment if his debt of wandering, of defending the defenseless and fighting off infidels attacking holy sanctuaries has been paid so soon. It does not seem likely and yet perhaps on this Good Friday morning, God has seen fit to grant him an early Easter blessing and has freed him from the curse which Kundry laid upon him for refusing her advances. But as he draws closer, he finds the castle to be a great house, as big as one. He spies what he takes for a rustic, digging a hole in front of it, and he would draw close and ask the peasant what master owns this great house, but he senses death about the man. Nevertheless, Parsifal takes the Spear down from his back and thrusts the butt-end of it into the soft earth beside the path to the great house. Kneeling beside the Spear, he clasps his hands before him in silent prayer, thanking the Lord for sending him to this place and asking the All Mighty to grant him the grace to continue to guard the Spear with his life and to protect the Faith and the defenseless, while serving the lord of this manor faithfully, whoever it might be.
Name: Parsifal
Fandom: Arthuriana/Richard Wagner's "Parsifal"/Wolfram von Eschenbach's "Parzival"
Media: Literary/opera
Other relevant info: Taken from sometime between Acts II and III of the opera. He might seem a bit like he's lost in his mind, but he's a man of action as well, but he's harmless unless provoked or he sees someone in danger. He won't use the Spear on anyone, though: it's already been misused too much. Also, he's a man of faith and of the Faith, but he has a childlike way of showing it and while he won't try to convert anyone, he's not afraid to share it with people, either. Magic users, be a little careful around him: he can sense the presence of magic and he might get a bit wary since the last sorcerer he dealt with tried to kill him.
He toiled along the track, his armor and the Spear which he bears strapped to his back suddenly weighing on him; he allows himself to pause on the shore of a lake, gazing across the water. On the far shore, he spies a man in white walking along the water's edge, clad in white and carrying himself as if he were injured. Could this be the Fisher King? Has he returned to Montsalvat so soon in his wanderings? But he senses an air about the stranger that puts him in mind of Klingsor, the sorceror and his grip on the haft of the Spear grows more protective. The stranger moves off, clearly not seeing him; Parsifal continues up the path that skirts the lake.
In the near distance, he spies what at first he takes for a castle. He wonders for a moment if his debt of wandering, of defending the defenseless and fighting off infidels attacking holy sanctuaries has been paid so soon. It does not seem likely and yet perhaps on this Good Friday morning, God has seen fit to grant him an early Easter blessing and has freed him from the curse which Kundry laid upon him for refusing her advances. But as he draws closer, he finds the castle to be a great house, as big as one. He spies what he takes for a rustic, digging a hole in front of it, and he would draw close and ask the peasant what master owns this great house, but he senses death about the man. Nevertheless, Parsifal takes the Spear down from his back and thrusts the butt-end of it into the soft earth beside the path to the great house. Kneeling beside the Spear, he clasps his hands before him in silent prayer, thanking the Lord for sending him to this place and asking the All Mighty to grant him the grace to continue to guard the Spear with his life and to protect the Faith and the defenseless, while serving the lord of this manor faithfully, whoever it might be.
Name: Parsifal
Fandom: Arthuriana/Richard Wagner's "Parsifal"/Wolfram von Eschenbach's "Parzival"
Media: Literary/opera
Other relevant info: Taken from sometime between Acts II and III of the opera. He might seem a bit like he's lost in his mind, but he's a man of action as well, but he's harmless unless provoked or he sees someone in danger. He won't use the Spear on anyone, though: it's already been misused too much. Also, he's a man of faith and of the Faith, but he has a childlike way of showing it and while he won't try to convert anyone, he's not afraid to share it with people, either. Magic users, be a little careful around him: he can sense the presence of magic and he might get a bit wary since the last sorcerer he dealt with tried to kill him.